Ambushed Part 4

Ambushed Part 4
by Ricky Stratton
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Part 4

Well it was finally here, Friday the last day of the week. The day eagerly anticipated by Ryan because it was the last day of the school week and, for him, kind of a payday since it was also the day he collected on his paper route and received his share or the proceeds as well as any tips from his customers. As Fridays went, Ryan knew it was going to drag but there was nothing he could do about that. He just hoped that he could stay clear of Jake and his gang during school.

He wasn't in the mood for any of their B.S. today.

But Ryan didn't have to worry about Jake today. At least in school. As he did on most fridays, Jake and his two partners in crime were playing hookey. At about the same time that Ryan and his pals were enjoying lunch in the school cafeteria, Jake, Alex and Tommy were all hanging out at Jake's family farm, or what was left of the farm after having been neglected for several years. Jake's father had run off when Jake was born and had left Jake's mom to care for both him and his older brother Brad who was now seventeen. Jake and Brad's mom worked two jobs and was rarely home, especially on fridays. As a result, Jake and his buds were totally unsupervised and just itching to get in some trouble. In addition, Brad had just recently been released from juvenile reform school where he had been sentenced to a year for "doing stuff to other younger kids". Like his younger brother, Brad was a real trouble maker with a sadistic streak that had gotten him in trouble. He was rarely home and today was somewhere out "on the road" with his best friend Jeff, also seventeen, who got out of reform school at the same time.

It was barely noon, and Jake, Alex and Tommy were hanging out in the old two-story barn that stood about a quarter mile from Jake's farmhouse. They had already popped a few beers and were talking about their afternoon plan's with the unsuspecting twelve-year old who had given them grief all week.

"So what's the plan Jake?" Alex asked as he took a swig on his bottle of 'Rolling Rock' beer.

"We just sit and wait for him to show up later. I think this is his last stop on his fuckin' route," Jake answered.

"Hey it's friday too. So he's gotta stop and collect right?" Tommy added.

"Right," went Jake.

"Well then, he's gonna have some cash on 'em then, get it?" Tommy smiled.

"Aw man! That's right! We can rob the faggot!" suggested Alex.

"Perfect, we can fuck him up physically, and fuck him up financially too!" Jake belched as he tossed the empty beer bottle aside and grabbed for another.

"Damn, this is gonna be so cool," Tommy laughed and both his buds agreed.

Meanwhile, back at school, Ryan was relieved that Jake and his ass-hole buddies were not in school that day. He could hardly wait for the last class to end so he could get started on his paper route. He had hoped that he could deliver his papers directly from school since he had his bike but he wanted to got home and change first. The late spring afternoon had warmed up considerably and he wanted to go home and change into his favorite blue tank-top shirt. He would have liked to have worn it to school but tank-tops weren't allowed so he had to wear a T-shirt instead as well as his favorite pair of worn and faded blue jeans. Nevertheless, the T-shirt he was wearing was actually referred to as a 'body shirt' because it was skin-tight and showed off every contour and curve of his upper muscular body. It also had a deep, plunging V-neck that ideally displayed the center of his bare chest between his well- developed pectoral muscles. All the girls in Ryan's class could hardly keep their eyes from Ryan's body when he was wearing this shirt, especially when he stretched back in his chair with his hands behind his head. When he did this, the bottom of the shirt rose all the way up to his lower ribcage and Ryan's full bare tight belly was put on full display.

"Oooooooo, look at Ryan," giggled eleven year old Courtney at her girlfriend sitting next to her in class. Both glanced over to the twelve year old boy who was stretching back in his chair during the last class of the dy.

"He is AWESOME!" replied the second girl as both onlookers took in the sight of Ryan's lean well-defined tummy now fully exposed by his rising shirt as well as his drooping faded jeans. A noticable bulge at the front of Ryan's jeans also excited the younger girls and they both had difficulty from staring.

As the day wore down at the Middle School and all the kids were planning their upcoming weekend, a very different scenerio was playing out back at Jake's secluded farm. Out in the barn, the three fourteen year old boys had finished drinking nearly a half case of Rolling Rock beer and were getting excited at the thought of Ryan showing up at the end of his paper route.

"Is the stuff ready?" asked Alex.

"Yeah, over here in this box," Jake answered and the three teenagers proceeded to root through an old apple crate.

"Cool, very cool," Tommy slurred slightly as he pulled out several lengths of clothsline, some leather straps, and various other pieces of junk.

"So what time do ya think he'll show up?" Tommy continued as he surveyed the old barn which had several overhead beams criss-crossing the open ceiling.

"I figured about 4 o'clock," Jake answered while he popped yet another bottle of beer.

"Fuckin-A", went Tommy and Alex as they both 'high-fived' each other.

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While the three teenage boys were anxiously anticipating their upcoming ambush of the younger boy, Ryan had arrived home on his ten-speed bike and quickly ran up the stairs to his room. The house was empty and he eagerly peeled off his shirt and tossed it on his bed. Then he grabbed his favorite, equally tightfitting tank-top and prepared to slip it on. But before he did this he paused to look at himself in the mirror.

"Aw man dude, you are lookin' good," he muttered to himself as he posed and flexed his bare upper body. He was proud of his pre-teen physique and enjoyed showing it off whenever possible, expecially in front of the girls in his class. As he clenched his fists above his head and tightened his pecs and abs, the twelve year old boy resembled a young "Adonis". His faded and well-worn denim jeans, although snug fitting, sagged just low enough to expose a generous view of his lean lower belly below his dimpled navel. In addition, the top of the elastic waistband on his skimpy bikini underwear was also showing. He smiled in the mirror and suspected that those two girls in school had caught a glimpse of this when they were looking at his in class.

After making sure that he looked "perfect", Ryan slipped on the tight blue tank-top, straightened it out and left the room. He bounded down the stairs in his brand new 'Nike's', left the house and jumped on his bike. It was only a 5 minute ride to where he had to pick up his sack of newspapers and then he could start his route. But back in his mind was the creepy thought that his last stop of the day was at Jake's old abandoned farmhouse. He suspected that, as usual, nobody would be home there and that maybe he would just skip the collection and just throw the paper on the porch and quickly ride away. But then he remembered that they already owed three weeks past payment for the paper and that he really had to get the money. Oh well, he'll worry about that when he gets there. He just wished that TJ and Mickey were available to keep him company like they sometimes did but they were both pre-occupied that afternoon. In the meantime he had about nineteen deliveries and collections to make before that so... he was OFF!

(to be continued)